My [F]irst time in college

There are not many things you need to know about me. As some of you may know, I’m a high school teacher and I am married to a wonderful man. I guess I could tell you a little about what I look like. I don’t consider it particularly important, but I suppose it helps paint a clearer picture in your mind. I’m 5’3, naturally blonde, and I’ve worn glasses ever since I was six years old. However, what most interests me in sharing with you tonight is a particular moment of my sexual adventures before I got married. Before I even dated anyone in any serious manner, actually.

I lost my virginity at quite a young age. Still, I’d have to wait a few years before my actual sexual awakening. That is not to say that throughout high school I was shy and unpopular, quite the opposite. But I was so focused in my studies and getting to a good college that sex and boys were not a fundamental part of my life. Finally, though, when I reached my dream college (Go Crimson!), I decided to let loose a little. I was 19, beautiful, and very much single. I was not interested in dating anyone. I was interested in fucking as many guys as I could. The first time I fucked someone in campus was not long after my parents had dropped me off. A couple of upperclassmen invited my roommates and I to a little cabin-like house just outside of campus to have some drinks and “show us around”. Naturally, we spent the whole time in their living room, talking, flirting, and playing silly college drinking games. I must say that this particular group of guys was quite shy, considering all we’ve heard during our senior year of high school about men in college. It was up to me to make the first move. I started hitting on who I considered to be the worst looking guy of the group, but the most attainable. He was tall, 6’0 probably, quite athletic, and incredibly smart. I liked him because he was very down to earth. He didn’t seem to behave like the rest of his friends. He was quieter and more reserved. I don’t mean to sound cliché, but his mysteriousness made him all the more compelling. Even though I was very much experienced flirting with guys in high school (with a decent success rate, I might add), the fact that he was a junior in college made me feel a little nervous and clumsy. Still, he welcomed my clumsiness with open arms. He responded to my advances and after a couple of hours insinuating that I was more than willing to fuck him right then and there, he took my hand and took me upstairs to his room.

As I walked in to his room, I knew I’ve chosen the right guy to lose my college virginity with. His bookshelves were filled with sociology and philosophy books. He had a giant poster of JFK hanging above his bed. On top of all that, in one of the corners of his room, he had a violin laying there, which he claimed he played for fun. This guy was the prototypical Ivy-League student. Yet I did not notice all of this until we were done, because as we walked in, I sat on his bed and unzipped his pants. Judging by the setup of his room, this guy had the potential to be president. Judging by the size of his cock, he could be a porn star. He had a long and thick uncut cock. It was beautiful. He wasn’t hard yet, but I remember I wanted to feel him get hard as I licked him. I was so turned on as I sucked him that I had completely forgotten that I wanted to be fucked and instead I just thought about him cumming in my mouth. Fortunately, he stopped me and picked me up, literally. I am still a skinny woman, but back then I didn’t weigh more than 115 lbs. He picked me up as easily as if he was picking up a couple of phone books. Needless to say, no damn football player in high school ever picked me up like he did. Just as he picked me up I felt the tip of his hard cock caress my pussy, and suddenly I felt it slowly and smoothly slide inside me. He was so tall that he barely needed to squat in order to fuck me properly. He was pretty much standing upright as he pinned me against the wall.

Even though downstairs he was quiet and reflexive, as he fucked me he became a different person. He turned loud and very foul-mouthed. He called me his little freshman slut. Throughout high school some guys attempted their own version of dirty talk, but it was always clumsy and forced. The way he said it sounded genuine. No one had ever made me feel like a slut until he talked to me in that way. I loved it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cwvkoo/my_first_time_in_college